Quotes from James Joyce

Dinle! O iç burkucu bungunluk çöktü. Dinle!-Akl?n ya da gövdenin böylesine eylemlerine saÄŸl?ks?z denebileceÄŸine inanm?yorum.- KonuÅŸuyor o. SoÄŸuk y?ld?zlar?n ötesinden gelen c?l?z bir ses. SaÄŸduyunun sesi. KonuÅŸ bakal?m! Aman,konuÅŸ yine,ayd?nlat beni!Bu sesi hiç duymam??t?m.

And the time of dreaming dreams is over - as lover to lover, sweetheart, I come

a man of genius makes no mistakes his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery

Liliata rutilantium te confessorum turma circumdet: iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat.

May Allah, the Excellent One, your soul this night ever tremendously conserve.

All insanity. Patriotism, sorrow for the dead, music, future of the race. To be or not to be. Life's dream is o'er. End it peacefully. They can live on. (He gazes far away mournfully.) I am ruined. A few pastilles of aconite. The blinds drawn. A letter. Then lie back to rest. (He breathes softly.) No more. I have lived. Fare. Farewell.

In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away.

In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation. Omnis caro ad te veniet.

preacher's tone:

A gust of wind blows in through the porch with the sound of shaken leaves. The flame of the lamp leaps.

and look at this ... sentenced to be nuzzled over a full trillion times for ever and a night till his noddle sink or swim by that ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia: all those red raddled obeli cayennepeppercast over the text, calling unnecessary attention to errors, omissions, repetitions and misalignments.

Beauty of music you must hear twice.

The ambition which he felt astir at times in the darkness of soul sought no outlet

Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam.

He would fall. He had not yet fallen but he would fall silently, in an instant. Not to fall was too hard, too hard, and he felt the silent lapse of his soul, as it would be at some instant to come, falling, falling, but not yet fallen, still unfallen, but about to fall.

Fall if you will, but rise you must.

Pe treptele îndep?rtate ale altarului cel mare, gol precum trupul domnului, preoÈ›ii zac prosternaÈ›i în È™optit? rug?ciune(...) Ea st? în picioare lâng? mine, palid? È™i rece, înveÈ™mântat? în umbrelele naosului negru ca p?catul, cu cotul fragil la braÈ›ul meu (...)Îi v?d ochii întunecaÈ›i È™i plini de suferin??, frumoÈ™i ca ochii unei antilope. O, ran? nemiloas?! Dumnezeu libidinos!

First kiss does the trick. The propitious moment. Something inside them goes pop.

Tineretea are un sfârsit: sfârÈ™itul e aici. Nu va mai fi niciodat?. O È™tii prea bine. ?i atunci? Scrie-o, blestematule, scrie-o! La ce altceva eÈ™ti bun?

Through the clear mirror of your eyes, Through the soft sigh of kiss to kkiss, Desolate winds assail with cries The shadowy garden where love is.

Through the clear mirror of your eyes, Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss, Desolate winds assail with cries The shadowy garden where love is.

Introibo ad altare Dei.

After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Pain to the animal too. Pluck and draw fowl. Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split their skulls open. Moo. Poor trembling calves. Meh.

In the intense instant of imagination, when the mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal that which I was is that which I am and that which in possibility I may come to be. So in the future, the sister of the past, I may see [187] myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that which then I shall be.